God
The one who is our relief,
Or it is just a belief.
He is always there,
But found no where.
During pain he is always on our mind,
He is so kind.
We our dependent on him,
Like a borrower on the lending.
He is the ray of hope,
To our every sob.
Share with him every problem,
In the autumn we expect him to be the blossom.
While we all are witness of our own deeds,
He acts like an angel indeed.
His existence has not been proven,
But he has been in heart of every human.
Best or worst, good or bad,
He has been accounted for our every act.
We praise him, we blame him,
This is the game in which we all have been.
When conditions gets deplorable,
There starts his miracle.
MANDIR, MASJID ANYWHERE,
HE HAS HIS EXISTENCE EVERYWHERE.
